End Of The Week

Today was the final day of the work week, which has always been my favourite work day.

There is something satisfying about closing the laptop on a Friday afternoon and knowing that, for a couple of days at least, the emails can wait.

This week has been surprisingly easy.

Not perfect, but easy.

After the last few years, I have learned that easy weeks should be appreciated when they arrive because they rarely announce themselves in advance.

I’ve split my time between working from home and going into the office.

One of the small joys of working from home is being comfortable in your own space, coffee close by, no commute, and the ability to get on with the job without all the extra noise.

The roof has finally been repaired. It still needs painting, but that can wait.

Not everything has to be finished immediately.

Sometimes getting the urgent thing done is enough.

The rest can be tackled when the time is right and the money is there.

The painters will be coming soon to do one room.

Just one room.

The rest will have to wait. Sometimes progress doesn’t look like a complete transformation. Sometimes it looks like one freshly painted room and a plan for the future.

There have been some small wins with my daughter this week. The kind of wins that most people wouldn’t notice but that mean everything when you spend your life watching, monitoring and hoping.

The concerns never completely disappear.

The need to keep an eye on things never goes away.

But there has been enough improvement for me to take a small breath and allow myself a little time.

And that has been the real gift this week.

A little less worry.

A little more quiet.

A little space to think about something other than what might go wrong next.

Not every week needs to be extraordinary.

Sometimes a repaired roof, a room waiting for paint, a completed work week, and a small break from carrying the weight of everyone else’s problems is enough.

Sometimes enough is actually quite a lot.